Husband, If Your Father Is On Your Mother, Your Sins Are On Me

Husband, If Your Father Is On Your Mother, Your Sins Are On Me
Chapter 2's



When I heard the sound of footsteps approaching my room, I immediately turned my back to the door and put on a headset.


Brak!


"Re! Your outrageousness! What did you do to Ana this morning until she cried?!"


I did not answer the question of the queen mother-in-law and slowly, I began to shake my head.


"Miss!" Mas Yandri called me quite loudly


"Re! Budeg you huh?!" added mother-in-law.


My position was still turning my back to the door and speeding up the headband.


"So cursed! Durhaka!" My mother-in-law was still screaming.


"Miss! Neng Rere!" Mas Yandri shouted.


Recalling the Maung Trio with its iconic movements, I bent down and turned my head like a plane propeller.


'Yihaaa' I shouted in my heart.


Yandri's mother-in-law's screams came to a halt as my phone on the nightstand rang. After the ringing stopped, they shouted back.


"Miss!"


"Crazy son-in-law!"


I took off the headset as I felt the two approaching me from behind. With a quick movement I twisted my body and shouted with all my might,


"NAON!?"


The mother-in-law and Mas Yandri were shocked to death. Both of them pulled away from me until they almost hit the closet.


"Eh, is there the queen mother and the king's majesty? What was? What should Rere do this time?" I said quietly as I put my hands on my stomach and bowed.


"Look!" My in-laws are shrill


"Miss! Why are you screaming?!" Mas Yandri.


I put on an innocent face. "Sorry, not intentionally. It was again horrified by metal songs, so pas mengejawab, not intentionally shouted. What the hell is it?"


Both faces were still pale. It seemed that my screams shocked them enough to forget about the anger.


"Yes." Yeah." Answer the mother-in-law slowly.


"Ooooh, I've been eating. Tumben very mas nanyain already eat or not. Usually not,"


Both of them just fell silent on the spot, maybe confused what to say. At last the mother-in-law went to the door.


"Next time don't be loud when the song, it's your hape sound." Ketus.


Not long ago mas Yandri also said similar things. "Candles in the volume of the song, tape you in the nightstand earlier." He went out and closed the door.


I took a long breath.


'Blegug. Though know hape me on the nightstand.' my inner while looking at the headset in the hand that is not connected with anything.


***


It was my mom who called. I excitedly called my mom back. I want to complain about all the behavior of the Yandri mas family, but I don't want mama to think. We were just talking about light things.


After turning off the phone, I went out of the room. Justjust wonderful. In an instant the state of the house was similar to a broken ship. Rubbish everywhere and dirty dishes piled up.


I walked over to Yandri who was smoking on the terrace.


"Mas, help neng finish yuk" I said


Mata mas Yandri mengelik dislike. "Neng, the task is done it's the wife's job. During the day work is still asked for help cleaning the house. That's your job, right?"


"You just don't help me earn money, you have to help you with homework."


The deg!


Something's sick in here. I don't know why that flat-spoken sentence felt piercing.


"Oh, jaudah if that's mah. Neng took care of himself," I said as I entered the house.


With the power of emotion that struck me, I returned to cleaning up the mess for the umpteenth time in the day. Anxiety makes my energy increase many times. I began to feel that my decision to get married when I had not known Yandri and his family was a wrong choice.


When I first met him, all his attitudes were wise. That's why I can easily fall in love. It turned out that he was just a wise ass on the surface to give a good image. If you already know and enter the circle of his life, the original character of my husband began to look one by one.


'Just like I'm starting to feel sorry, you don't know how I really am. And when you know, I assure you, your regrets will be doubled for having followed me. I am a makmum, and I will follow my priest.'